Seasons

I met you in the spring when flowers peeked shyly from beneath tiny buds when the grass was struggling to restore its magnificent green birds singing so sweetly lyrical tunes that drifted into azure skies and I was wrapped in loves arms, whole and complete The summer rose and heated us beneath its surging swell of hazy hot skies we tumbled tumultuously limb upon luscious limb on beaches filled with softest golden sand the garden of my body and emotion you entered and filled me with heat stroking, arousing, sensory love and I was blissfully in love, whole and complete Fall was all too soon upon us leaves floated haphazardly to the cold ground as the remembered green lusciousness of nature in all its glory faded away, leaving a starker reality of its beauty so like the fall our love changed, losing its brilliance but maintaining a gentle glow, that still captivated but was losing its tightly grasped hold on our hearts like the flowers clinging to the last gasps of life we were the same, making excuses now for what was unfulfilling but was familiar and still warming and I was at the window of love, gazing at what had been, Then blew the cold winds of winter, with its frost covering the dampened ground our emotions lay frozen and dormant the images of the past year imprinted upon our minds and hearts but still we were incomplete, going through the motions never really being able to recapture that heated surging warmth the bubble of lust and love that had so enveloped us and so we struggled to bend and blow, to find a new direction unable to determine the course like those winter winds that swirl and churn always changing direction, mindless but continuing the journey until the end and we were lost as well, adrift in the wind staring ahead at the vast emptiness that spanned before us love was dying, we could not stem the bleeding, and so it flowed With the first great snowfall that blanketed the already barren ground, you were gone, taking your heat and strength leaving only memories left to warm and comfort me in those dark days of winter finally our seasons of love had drifted away followed by rivers of tears to wash away the happiness and leave deep sadness in its place sadness for all that had been and now was no longer I was alone, left to float upon the seas of loneliness with no loving hands to reach and pull me into loves shore